The Cop and His Omega

by Beau Brown

  “You’re just mad because I bailed on our little friends-with-benefits thing first. I keep telling you I understand alphas. Because I do. I get how territorial you are and it’s fine. But don’t do something stupid now. Don’t profess you want a real relationship with me just so you can fuck me. Jesus, Trevor, your honesty was one of the things I respected most about you.”

  Heat crept up my neck to my cheeks. “You think that’s what I’m doing? Lying to you so I can get you in bed?”

  “I don’t know what else this could be.”

  I raked a hand through my hair. “Would it surprise you to hear that I haven’t been with anyone since you and I were together?”

  Shock rippled over his features. “What?”

  “That’s right. I haven’t wanted to be with anyone else. I think about you all the time. It’s annoying to be honest. I’d rather have moved on. I wish I wanted to fuck every omega at the club. But I don’t. I just don’t.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Why are you doing this? I don’t understand your angle.”

  “I don’t have one. Do you think I’d have come to your job to have this conversation if I had this all planned out? I ran into Lilly and I knew you were who she needed to talk to. Then I saw you, and all those weeks of trying to pretend I don’t give a shit about you kind of flew out the window. Because I do care about you.”

  His face tensed, but he looked less angry. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say you forgive me. Say you still want me.”

  “You know I do,” he muttered.

  I didn’t understand why he looked so miserable. “Then what’s wrong?” I wanted to touch him and kiss him. But he appeared stiff, unyielding, and I didn’t have the nerve.

  “It’s not easy to explain.”

  “Try.”

  “I’m not sure I want to.”

  I scowled. “If I want to be with you and you want that too, why do you look so unhappy?” I tried to speak calmly, but he was worrying me.

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “Why not?”

  He slumped and turned his face away. “I can’t believe the timing of things.”

  I frowned. “What does that mean?” My stomach clenched. “Are you seeing someone else already?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  Relief washed through me. “Okay. Good.”

  “No. Not good. Not good at all. Nothing is good about this situation.”

  “I’m confused. You wanted more and I’m offering you more. Do you understand that? I don’t just want to fuck around. I want to try and have a real relationship. I’m not sure I’m any good at it, but that’s what I want. With you.”

  “It’s the timing, Trevor. The timing is all fucked up.”

  I wrinkled my brow. “I don’t understand why. You say you’re not seeing anyone else. What’s the problem?”

  “It… it’s complicated.”

  “In what way?”

  He exhaled. “I’m not seeing anyone else… but there is someone else.”

  I chuffed, feeling sick at his words. Was I too late? “I don’t understand. You’re not making any sense. How can there be someone else if you’re not seeing anyone?”

  He closed his eyes and then opened them quickly. There was fear simmering in his blue eyes. “I don’t know how it happened. I haven’t been with anyone but you in forever, and I don’t know how this could happen. But it did. And now it is going to fuck everything up. But I have to tell you. I wasn’t sure if I should before, but now, seeing you like this… I have to tell you.”

  “Jesus, stop confusing me and put me out of my misery. Who is this other person?”

  “The other person isn’t here yet.”

  “What?” I grimaced.

  He groaned and rubbed his face roughly with both hands, then his arms hung loosely at his side as he whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Brock

  Shock and disbelief were the first two emotions that traveled over Trevor’s features. Then doubt made an appearance.

  “What? No way. That’s not possible.” His face was twisted in a frown. “We used protection every time.”

  I sighed and sat down because my legs felt weak. “I don’t know how, but I took three tests, and it’s official.”

  “But how?”

  “I just said I don’t know.”

  “Yeah. Right.” He continued to stare at me.

  “All that stuff you said before, I won’t hold you to it. Don’t worry. I know you said that without knowing about… the… baby.” I still found it almost impossible to say the word ‘baby’ out loud. It all felt very unreal to me still. Not counting morning sickness, I mostly felt like myself much of the time.

  He moved away just like I’d expected he might. His shock was obvious, and he looked slightly panicked. I fully expected him to come up with some bullshit reason why he needed to go.

  I cleared my throat. “Obviously there are a lot of options, but I want to keep it.”

  “You do?” he asked quietly.

  “Yes.” I lifted my chin. Was he going to argue with me and try to talk me into getting rid of the baby? He’d probably want me to abort the baby, so that he could wash his hands of me completely. A child would tie us together forever. He wouldn’t want that.

  He swallowed and then surprised me when he moved back toward me. “Look, obviously this is a shock. But I meant everything I said earlier. I want to be with you. This is not exactly how I pictured it, but so what? It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

  Surprise rocked me. “You don’t have to say that. I don’t want your pity.”

  “I’m not saying it for any reason other than I mean it.”

  I was embarrassed when my eyes stung at his earnest tone. “I’m not sure I can believe you. This change of heart is pretty sudden. You didn’t want a relationship, and now you’re game for a baby too? I find that hard to believe.”

  He scowled and knelt in front of me. “Stop trying to push me away.”

  “If you’re going to bail, I’d rather you do it now.”

  “Brock,” he said softly. “My feelings for you are real. Don’t be scared.”

  I flushed. “I am scared, Trevor. I’m fucking petrified.”

  He reached out and took my chilled hands in his. His warm flesh sent tingles through me, giving me butterflies. “I’m here. I want you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  I’d had dreams about him coming to me and asking to get back with me. But I’d never really imagined it would happen. And yet, here he was, in the flesh, offering me all I’d wanted. It seemed too crazy, and that made it difficult to trust.

  “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” he whispered. “I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’ve fallen for you, Brock. Pretending otherwise is stupid. I need you in my life, and I’m willing to do whatever that takes.”

  “You can take care of the baby without being with me.”

  “Stop. I want a relationship with you. I’ve never said this to anyone before other than family, but… I love you.” He grimaced. “I know it’ll take time for you to trust that.”

  I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I feel like this is a dream.”

  “It’s not.”

  Gazing into his brown eyes, his affection for me was obvious. My stomach fluttered with excitement as I allowed myself to begin to believe him. “You really mean that?”

  He smiled. “Yes.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Well, I’d love to hear how you feel about me. So far, I’m the only one who’s been gushing, and my ego could use a little something.” He gave a short laugh.

  I leaned forward and kissed him. He responded immediately, opening his mouth and whimpering into mine. He pressed closer, winding his arms around my waist, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I’d missed this. I’d missed his touch and taste almost more than air. I slipped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
/>   When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless. His eyes glittered with lust. “Jesus, I really wish we were anywhere but here.”

  My cock was hard, and I’d have loved to continue what we’d started. But I didn’t want to lose my job. I sucked in a deep breath and dropped my arms from around him. “Tonight. You should come by my place.”

  “Okay.” He nodded eagerly.

  I laughed. “You’re not going to play hard to get at all?”

  He shook his head. “Hell no.” He ran his hands up my thighs and exhaled roughly. “God, it’s going to be a long wait till I can get there.”

  The feel of his heated palms on my legs had my cock swelling uncomfortably. “Yeah, it’s going to be torture.”

  “I get off at seven.”

  “I’ll be there.” I couldn't resist kissing him again. When I pulled my mouth away, I laughed, feeling insanely happy. “You can borrow clothes. Just come straight from work, okay?”

  “Yeah.” He stood slowly and glanced down at his bulged crotch. “You think anyone will notice when I walk to my car?”

  “Nah.” I smirked.

  “I guess we’ll see.” He grinned and moved to the door. “See you tonight.”

  “Can’t wait.” I watched him leave, and then I touched my stomach. “Well that was an interesting turn of events, kid. Don’t you think?”

  ****

  I felt like a kid on Christmas morning as I raced around my house, cleaning up and preparing for Trevor’s visit. I put clean sheets on the bed and vacuumed the whole house. I ate a light dinner, assuming Trevor would have eaten on his break before he arrived.

  I sat on the couch waiting for him to come, watching the news and glancing at my watch every few minutes. Around seven twenty the doorbell rang and I jumped up to answer it. Trevor kissed me the second I opened the door. He kicked the door closed and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hungrily as if starved for my touch.

  He slid his hand down my stomach and cupped my swollen cock through my shorts. Squeezing my obvious erection, he groaned and kneaded me. “You’re so fucking ready.” His voice was hoarse.

  “Yeah, I am.” I panted, rolling my hips.

  He smiled and stepped back. “After you.”

  I pushed off from the wall and hurried down the hallway to my room. Once there, we both stripped fast, eying each other with lusty smiles.

  “This is really happening, right?” I asked quietly.

  “If not, it’s the best fucking dream in the world.” He moved closer and cupped my cheek, kissing me hard. Our naked cocks rubbed together, and I moaned at how good it felt to be back in his arms.

  “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” I whispered.

  “Me too.” He slid his hands around me and clutched my ass, grinding our dicks together. He slipped his fingers into the crack of my ass, rubbing my hole insistently. “I’m gonna fuck you all night. You’re gonna have trouble walking tomorrow.”

  “Yeah?” I moaned as he pressed the tip of his finger against the ring of muscle that guarded my opening.

  He walked me backwards until the back of my legs bumped the mattress. “Get on the bed.”

  I obeyed, lying on my stomach, and moaning when he covered my body with his. He shifted his position, and I heard the nightstand drawer open. The click of the lube bottle lid had my pulse racing and then his slick fingers were on me again. Pressing. Teasing. Caressing the tender opening of my ass until I begged him to take me.

  I split my legs to give him better access and arched my back. “It’s been too long,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

  The crinkle of the condom let me know he was only too happy to oblige. He pushed my legs wider, and he settled between my thighs. He poked two fingers into me, and I groaned and bit the pillow. Deeper and deeper he invaded my tight ass, stroking and probing until I trembled with need.

  “I’ve thought about this ass of yours every night.” His voice was a low rumble.

  “Yeah?” I whimpered as he rubbed his finger in and out of my hole. “You want to fuck me, Trevor?”

  “You know I do.” He sounded breathless.

  “Then do it,” I pleaded.

  He pulled his fingers from me and crouched between my legs, pressing the wide head of his cock to my anus. “I’m so happy to be here with you, Brock.” He sounded breathless. “I missed you.”

  “Missed you too.”

  He pressed his cock into me, and I clutched the sheets and groaned, taking his thick length deep. “Oh, God,” he growled, pulling out and thrusting back in.

  I cried out as the friction of his fat cock set my teeth on edge. I clenched my muscles on his dick, loving the pull and tug of his hard flesh inside me. My chest tightened with emotion because I was so happy he was back in my life where he belonged. “Fuck me, Trevor,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”

  He flexed his hips and slid balls deep, shuddering as he bottomed out. “Oh, fuck.” His voice shook as he pumped into me harder and harder. “Mine. Just mine,” he moaned.

  “Yeah.” I grunted and tried to keep my orgasm at bay. I’d wanted to come the second he’d entered me, but I also wanted this to last.

  He gripped my hips and pounded into me, as pleasure poured through my veins, sweat springing up on my skin. The muscles of my buttocks burned as I clenched his cock and moaned beneath him. Another groan ripped from my throat as he changed his direction and pegged my prostate.

  “Oh, god,” I hissed, shivering as jolts of pleasure buzzed through my body. “I need…”

  “What do you need, Brock?” His voice was husky, aching. “I’ll give you anything.” His thrusts increased.

  “Trevor,” I begged. “Don’t ever go.”

  “No way.” He slowed his thrusts, still going deep. “You’re mine and I’m yours. We’re going to be a family.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded as my orgasm built in my swollen balls. “Oh, god, yeah.”

  “I’ll fill you with as many babies as you want.”

  “Fuck me raw.” I met his thrusts.

  “You want that?”

  “Yeah, fuck me bare.”

  He stopped thrusting and pulled out. I heard the snap of rubber and he was back, pushing in bare. His heated flesh tunneled into my trembling ass and he groaned. “Oh, shit. I’m gonna come. I can’t stop. It feels too good.”

  “Yeah. Oh, god yes.” I stiffened as my cock jerked beneath me, flooding the sheets as my body twitched like I was being electrocuted. “Fuck.” I hissed as my climax ravaged me and left me a shuddering wreck.

  His cock seemed to swell and then the flood of his hot seed filled me. He groaned and pushed deeper, his cum soaking my hole and leaking out as he continued to thrust hard. “Mine.” He rode me hard, flexing and thrusting until he seemed spent.

  Shivers ran through me as my orgasm slowly drained away, leaving me a boneless wreck. My body was warm and my muscles weak as he finished inside me. The weight of his body sank on to me and he panted against my neck, his cock still in my ass.

  “Perfect,” I whispered.

  “God, yes.” He kissed my skin and moaned as he pulled out. Then he slapped my ass gently and lay down beside me. “If you weren’t pregnant before, you would be now.”

  I’d have been lying if a part of me wasn’t still worried he’d be different now that we’d fucked. He’d taken what he wanted, and this was kind of the moment of truth. This was where it would all go to shit if he’d been lying to me earlier. I grabbed tissues from the night table and we cleaned off in silence. I felt his stare and when I glanced up he had a little smile.

  “I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong.” His gaze was affectionate.

  “What?”

  “I still love you.” His voice was husky. “Nothing has changed.”

  I thought about all the lonely weeks without him. I’d been scared and heartbroken even before I’d discovered I was pregnant. But here he was looking at me with such love it almost hurt to see it. I shook my head and grabbed
his hand. “No. You’re wrong, Trevor. Fortunately, everything has changed.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Trevor

  “I’m telling you, they’ll love you.” I patted Brock’s leg as I pulled into my parent’s driveway. “My mom has wanted me to settle down for ages.”

  He nodded, staring at my parent’s house with trepidation. “Right.”

  “You have to meet them. It would be weird not to. We’ve been official for a month now and to be honest, I can’t take any more of my mom’s nagging.”

  He laughed gruffly. “I’ve just never done this meet the parents thing before. It’s terrifying. What if they hate me?”

  “They won’t.”

  “But what if they do? I’m sure your family’s approval is something you’d want.”

  “Of course. But I’m in love with you. That isn’t going to change because my family doesn’t like the way you hold your salad fork or something.”

  He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you think this is silly, or funny. But to me it’s neither of those things.”

  “Babe, trust me.” I sighed. “They want me happy. You make me so happy it’s embarrassing. They know that. I’ve had many conversations about you with my mom already.”

  “Oh, god.” He grunted. “What if I don’t live up to the expectation?”

  “You will.” I opened my door and gave him a searching look. “Ready?”

  “No.”

  I shook my head and got out of the car and he did the same. He smoothed his palms down his shirt front and came around to meet me. I put my arm around his shoulders and we walked the pathway to the front door. I rang the bell, and after a few moments, the door opened and my mom and dad stood there grinning.

  “You’re finally here!” My mom opened the screen and, instead of standing back for us to pass her, she grabbed Brock’s arm and pulled him in for a hug. He looked surprised, but he laughed and patted her back.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Campbell,” he said gruffly.

  My mother straightened and squeezed his shoulder. “You too. And please, call me Alma.”

  “I’m Pete, Trevor’s father.” My dad held out his hand and they shook.